Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

His eyes had laid on one ever since he was young and he had nearly fallen into the ocean after it if not for his mum holding him back, since then his parents started monitoring all his movements strictly. ‘It’s been long since they let me go alone with no supervision….’ Feral thought as he looked around nervously. He wanted to try it, he wanted to do all those crazy things adventurers did in books that freed them from their own box. He also wanted to free himself, because… because… “It’s so damn suffocating… I wanna leave, just once, just fucking once!” Feral screamed as he lunged towards the ocean only to stop after a few steps, his clouded eyes filled with tears clearing out as he widened

"Derrick's a loose cannon right now. Worse than that, he's a hurt animal. And animals who are in pain, even the mental kind, do stupid things. Crazy things. Things that might reveal secrets best left hidden." "You think he might go wolf in front of people?" "He partially has a few times. Luckily, they know about us and won't talk. But his lack of control is a problem." Of course it proved a problem because if Derrick lost control, there was a chance he might go feral, a term used when the beast took over. "You're afraid he'll out your kind." "Perhaps not knowingly, but yes. He's not in his right mind, and unless we can get him back on a leash, we might have no choice but to terminate him."

They moved with terrible purpose, slow, deliberate, and conservative, choosing to watch from a distance with those fractured blue eyes that still held enough thought to be frightening. They were the ones who clocked my position each time i shifted. The ones who noticed when I looked at the tunnel entrance at the far left wall for a second too long. The feral ones on the other hand were unpredictable. Always moving. They dragged their long limbs across the ice floor without any rhythm or intention, filled with hunger and want. But they were also easier to predict because hunger is simple. Hunger always moves towards warmth, scent, need. I closed my eyes. 'Think. think. think.'

But this time, it felt different. He recalled everything. Every roar, every painful shift in and out of his beast. Every maddening second. The pulling of his hair in frustration as voices rang over and over in his head. Slamming himself against the barricades, desperate to escape. To kill. To destroy. The way his hands had craved blood so badly it had driven him to the edge. Anyone would be terrified to see him that way. Even Eric, who never showed fear in his presence, knew that this version of him was dangerously unstable. Uncontrollable.

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.

My secret would have been out by now and I would have been killed by the council just because I was a Feral wolf, even if I posed no threat to the society like my predecessors… I thought back to the time when I first received the letter. I was ready to face my so-called well wishes at first and thought they would make their move any moment then. My determination gave way to doubt and then panic when nothing happened in a week. I wondered what they were planning and as I was on the verge of hysteria, Zane started his prank theory and though I knew better, I listened to him because I felt better with the thought.

"We actually need someone like you, especially now that the king's control over his wolf is slipping. Ever since his mate escaped, the wolf's behavior has become even more unpredictable. All the servants are backing away, so all I'm asking is for you to be patient." My mind froze, unable to process his words. It was just too much to handle. He turned into what? In that situation, the king is like a wild animal now. Even if I make a mistake, he becomes even more dangerous. Didn't he say earlier that the king is not a bad person? Is he stupid? What did he think, that I'm dumb? But being feral simply means that his wolf has more control over his body. However, such cases are unlikely to happen

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

But the smallest flicker of breath passed her lips was enough to keep me moving. I carried her up the slope even as every muscle braced like I was carrying fate itself. When I broke into the clearing near the pack house, wolves turned, eyes narrowing, confusion sparking. My Beta, Rian, stepped forward, brows drawn tight. “You’re bringing a rogue into our walls?” His voice was low and edged. A ripple of agreement ran through the others. Rogues meant danger, sickness, chaos. I met his stare with mine, the air thickening with my dominance. “She comes in,” I said. “Now move.”